Holiday hoopla

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I have been a bad blogger lately....the will to update has entirely left my body! haha Or maybe I'm on Facebook way too much! It's been a crazy life around here this past month. Lots of things that have seemingly taken over our lives. Sometimes you want to lay down on the couch and never get up---or at least lay there a few hours!

God is with us though.

He hasn't left us....and has given us the will to push on! I'm hoping that this Christmas, even though there will be a few aspects of it that will not be fair, will be a joy-filled one. He wants us to be able to show the world His face through ours. My face--I have to admit--sometimes shows more anger and unbelief than anything. Especially with everything that's been going on in our lives. But, I'm going to try, through Him, to show the world what I'm made of. Even when you can't believe what people will do and say. They will see Jesus in our faces.....

MERRY CHRISTMAS --- TO ALL WHO STRUGGLE---AND LAY IT DOWN AT HIS FEET--LET'S KEEP ON KEEPING ON!

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Tina said…
Amen, sister! You are looking up and that's the right place to look for answers, comfort , and help. Hey, BTW, I did get the chicken enchilada idea from remembering how good yours was. I wish I'd ordered some from you, but I'm online looking for a good one. Any guidance would be helpful.
Love
T
December 22, 2008 at 10:12 AM
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